The restless heart was calmed just like that.

Yu Bojun sat on the couch without saying a word, holding the small glass jar, very quiet. Like a big cat with its fur smoothed, he looked at Ji Zhen with quiet and gentle eyes.

Ji Zhen stood in front of him, tilted her head and looked at him, assessing his condition. After confirming that he had really calmed down, she sat opposite him, across from him on a small rosewood table, and asked:

"So, why can't the engagement be cancelled?"

Yu Bojun was slightly startled, his eyes as dark as inkstone looked at Ji Zhen, and suddenly he lowered his head and murmured:

"I thought you..."

"What about me? I'm not deaf. You said 'don't cancel the engagement' twice. How could I not hear you?"

Ji Zhen laughed and tilted her head to look at Yu Bojun. Seeing that the tips of his delicate ears were visibly red, she laughed even louder.

"Why are you still shy? It was you who asked me not to cancel the engagement."

Ji Zhen laughed and teased Yu Bojun without any mercy. Yu Bojun just watched her laugh and said what he had been thinking:

"Then you must remember that you cannot break off the engagement with me. Even if someone forces you to break off the engagement, you cannot do so."

She has been doing whatever she wants in Beijing since she was a child, and yet there are people who dare to force her to do something?

For a moment, Ji Zhen's curiosity was aroused, and she chased after Yu Bojun and asked:

"Who? Who will force me? Who? Who?"

Yu Bojun didn't say anything, just looked at Ji Zhen quietly. His sharp eyebrows and eyes glowed softly under the warm candlelight. His eyes seemed to have substance, carefully tracing Ji Zhen's face.

After watching for a long time, it was Ji Zhen's turn to feel embarrassed. She put the teacup in her hand on the small table with a slight annoyance and said:

"Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'll go and do my own thing."

After saying that, Ji Zhen was about to stand up, but was stopped by Yu Bojun.

"Don't leave."

Yu Bojun held Ji Zhen's hand so tightly that she almost couldn't stand. He leaned over to hold her waist.

"Hey, just talk, don't touch me."

Ji Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked down at Yu Bojun, looking a bit arrogant. Yu Bojun smiled, relaxed his eyebrows, raised his hand, leaned back on the big pillow on the soft couch, and said with a smile:

"As you command, Your Highness. I dare not act rashly. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Seeing this, Ji Zhen couldn't keep a cold face anymore, so he slapped him in the face and urged:

"Then tell me, who is it?"

The feeling of eating half of the melon is even more uncomfortable than a cat scratching your heart. Ji Zhen stared at Yu Bojun, completely forgetting that this melon is closely related to her.

Yu Bojun glanced at her and uttered three words as she wished:

"Zhao Youqing."

what?

Everything is fine, why is Zhao Youqing involved?

Ji Zhen blinked and looked at Yu Bojun in confusion. Yu Bojun said calmly:

"Mr. Zhao is originally from the State of Yan. Having been your wife for such a long time, I'm afraid he has already regarded himself as your legitimate husband..."

Having said that, Yu Bojun paused, looked deeply at Ji Zhen who was standing there in a daze, and continued:

"No, maybe he has never recognized the marriage customs of South Vietnam. He only regards you as his wife and your only husband."

Ji Zhen stared at Yu Bojun with wide eyes, completely speechless. Before she could react, Yu Bojun continued:

"And I will never break off the engagement with you. Mother will go to your house soon and let you propose marriage."

"what?"

For a moment, Ji Zhen was almost overwhelmed by the excessive amount of information.

"You, wait a minute!"

Ji Zhen reached out to stop Yu Bojun from speaking. There was too much information in his words and she needed to sort it out.

Now, the first question is, how did Yu Bojun know about her and Zhao Youqing? Ji Zhen didn't beat around the bush and asked directly:

"How did you know about me and Youqing?"

When Yu Bojun heard her ask this, his expression turned slightly cold, and he said calmly:

"Mr. Zhao's guest house was red from inside to outside that day. No one else entered except you the whole day."

Ji Zhen carefully calculated the time after hearing this, frowned, and asked again:

"You were not in Beijing that day, how did you know about this?"

"I'm just not in the capital, I'm not dead."

Yu Bojun glanced at Ji Zhen unhappily, and imitated Ji Zhen's previous tone and threw the words back to her.

"Master Zhao wants everyone in the capital to know about you and him worshipping heaven and earth. How could I not know about this?"

"Well, you know all this, but you still want me to propose marriage?"

Ji Zhen's face flushed, and she suddenly felt that this melon related to her was a bit unpalatable.

"I told you that you can't break off the engagement."

Yu Bojun was more persistent than ever before. His gaze seemed to have substance, firmly locking onto Ji Zhen. Ji Zhen involuntarily took a step back, scratched his head, and said:

"No, I'm already with Youqing..."

Before Ji Zhen finished speaking, Yu Bojun interrupted her and snorted coldly:

"So what? Not to mention his identity, it is impossible for him to have a marriage certificate with you. Even if he follows the customs of South Vietnam, becomes a naturalized citizen with you, and has a marriage certificate, he still cannot be the legitimate ruler."

"why?"

Ji Zhen was confused. It was obvious that she and Zhao Youqing were married first, but they just lacked a marriage certificate. What's the big deal? Shouldn't this kind of thing be decided by first come first served?

and many more!

Why did she rank Zhao Youqing and Yu Bojun in order of importance?

No, no, no! She is not that kind of person!

Just when Ji Zhen suddenly fell into self-doubt, Yu Bojun said:

"Don't say that you and Mr. Zhao don't have a marriage certificate at all. Even if there is a marriage certificate, we have been engaged since childhood. I am the legitimate candidate recognized by the generals and the husband of His Highness Qingyan. How can such an identity be replaced by a mere hostage of Yan State?"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Zhen frowned and looked at Yu Bojun with dissatisfaction. He said slowly:

What do you mean by a mere hostage of the State of Yan? I don't allow you to say that about You Qing!"

Yu Bojun's words hit Ji Zhen's sore spot exactly, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Ever since she met Zhao Youqing, the words "a mere hostage of the State of Yan" had become a sign that Zhao Youqing was easy to bully. She had spent a lot of effort to defeat those who bullied Zhao Youqing. She had never expected that after so many years, these words would actually come out of Yu Bojun's mouth. She couldn't help but feel even more dissatisfied and muttered:

"You are my little brother, how can you look down on You Qing without knowing right from wrong?"

"Just because I'm your fiancé and he's trying to snatch you from me, isn't that okay?"

Yu Bojun stared at Ji Zhen and finally spoke his mind. But Ji Zhen replied very quickly:

"How old are you? Are you still engaging in such a quarrel? When we were young, the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery and my mother casually made an engagement. Do you believe it? I didn't even know about it."

"What does it matter if you know or not? The marriage contract is written in black and white. Even if it is placed in front of the emperor, I am still your fiancé."

Yu Bojun refused to give in, which made Ji Zhen angry:

"Don't take chicken feathers as an excuse! This kind of thing requires mutual affection, and you don't like me, so why are you doing this? Are you tired of each other? Isn't it boring!"

Yu Bojun's heart was stabbed by Ji Zhen's unintentional words. He stood up and strode forward, grabbed Ji Zhen's wrist, looked at her deeply, and said word by word:

"I like you. I hope you will also like me and make a good story. Why not?"

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